She couldn’t move. He had her firmly imprisoned underneath him, but he didn’t hurt her, and she didn’t feel scared or intimidated. Far from it. She lifted her hips up, and was rewarded with the press of his cock at the opening that was unashamedly weeping for him. He began to ease inside her, and she found him to be even bigger than he’d prepared her for.
“I don’t want to hurt you. Forgive me.”
His words came next to her ear, and his hot breath fanned over her cheek. He forced the tip inside and began inching farther in. He ran his hands over her splayed arms and covered the backs of her hands with his palms before lacing his fingers with hers.
He licked the puncture wounds on the back of her shoulder, and she groaned as the pain from the bite lessened. Her body stretched with each sinking inch of his cock. She didn’t know if she wanted to scream or cry from the overwhelming sensations zinging through her body.
“Let me make this better for you,” he whispered before licking the bite again.
Her head swirled, and her body cried out for his as he stilled only halfway inside her. She sobbed and tried to push back to pull him in completely, but he had her pinned. Frustration beat at her.
“Please, Galen! Please.”
He flexed his hips and slid another inch. They both groaned, but he stilled again.
“Let me.” He licked the bite again. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t ever hurt you.”
“I’m not afraid, Galen. But I think I might die here if you don’t . . .” She flexed her hips so he knew what she meant.
“Then say yes, and I’ll give you everything you need, angel.”
She couldn’t take any more. She was going out of her mind with need. Finally, she cried out, “Yes! Yes!”
A split second later, she screamed out louder when he slammed his cock home with a thrust of his hips. The world tilted, and she became numb to everything but the feel of Galen pounding into her, of his hot body blanketing her, of the pressure building with each thrust, of the scent of him.
With each slam of his hips, she was pushed higher across the table, but slid back down with each retreat. The tablecloth allowed her to glide freely on the surface as he thrust into her over and over. She began to pant, but hung on, not wanting this to be over. But then his mouth came down over her shoulder, and teeth sunk into her flesh.
The shock and expected pain made her flinch, but the pain didn’t come. When he bit into her, the most beautiful, unadulterated pleasure bathed her in warm light. He slammed home again, and she screamed out as her orgasm ripped through her, racking her body with relentless waves of ecstasy, one after another, that robbed her of her breath. Her mouth fell open, and her eyes stared unseeing as she gave up all senses but the feel of what Galen did to her.
His hands tightened over hers as he continued to pound into her. Just when she thought she’d surely die, that no one could withstand this much pleasure at one time, he released her shoulder and gave a guttural cry as he came. Her inner muscles clenched around him with every hot jet of his release, and she cried out when they continued to spasm as if trying to drag him even deeper. With one last thrust, he collapsed over her. She was sure her bones had disappeared. She couldn’t move, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to.
He kissed her shoulder. “Better?” he asked in a gravelly voice.
“Yes. It is. It barely hurts now. But how?”
“I’m your mate. That’s how it should have felt when you were bitten.”
“Good God, Galen. I barely survived it. It was . . . it was . . . I don’t know how to explain it.”
“As if we became one. As if everything in the universe aligned in perfect harmony for that one moment,” he whispered.
“Yes.”
He turned her over and stared down at her. “You are beautiful.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, but I think we have a problem.”
“What’s that?” he said in alarm.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move again.”
“Let’s go to bed, angel.” He chuckled and scooped her up.
“Let’s,” she agreed before resting her head against his chest.
Galen made her feel safe, kept the fear of what lay ahead for her at bay when she was close to him like this. She knew that if given the choice to become a werewolf or not, she would have chosen not, but maybe that’s why she wasn’t given the choice. Fate took the choice from her for a reason—Galen. She could have loved him without being changed, but she doubted he would have been truly happy knowing one day she would die on him. Maybe this was her destiny. Maybe Terrance had taken that decision from her because fate had devised it that way. Whatever was to come, she was sure she loved Galen, and he loved her and Patrick.
Galen had proven he’d protect her, care for her, take care of her, but more than that, he’d be a great father to Patrick. While they were both aware that he could never take Travis’s place, Patrick needed a father figure in his life. She had to trust that things would work out, and with Galen by her side, how could they not? It was time for life to start giving instead of taking. She inwardly frowned. No. That statement implied she’d had a bad life, and she hadn’t.
She’d had a good life with the exception of losing some of the people she loved. Her mother. Her father. Her brother. And watching Patrick suffer as well from his loss? It had all taken a toll on her. So how had she ever thought to turn her back on Galen? He’d suffered, lost people, and was lonely, same as her. Regardless of what he was or how he’d come into her life, she loved him. And she would be thankful every day for him, Betty, Tom, and everyone she knew in town. From this day on, she vowed to do her best to focus on the good things, to keep the memories of the ones she’d lost close to her heart, and to remember the joy they’d brought to her instead of centering on the pain of losing them.
Chapter Fourteen
Myka groaned and squinted when the early morning sunlight from the window hit her in the face. That was when she realized a big, hot body was wrapped around her, spoon style. She smiled and sighed. Galen. He’d woken her several times throughout the night to make love to her, and she was deliciously sore in places she didn’t know could get sore.
“Morning, angel.”
“Morning.”
“Did you sleep well?” he asked before pulling her snugger against his chest.
“Yes. You?”
“I don’t sleep much.” He kissed the side of her neck. “Besides, I didn’t want to interrupt your sleep. You looked exhausted.”
“Hmm. I wonder why, Mr. Insatiable.” She grinned, then frowned. “How would you sleeping interrupt my Zs anyway?”
“I didn’t want to disturb you in your dreams.”
“That dream stuff was real?” She turned to face him.
He nodded.
“I thought it wasn’t since you told me in . . . a . . . dream. We can really communicate in our dreams?”
“Yes, but we both have to be asleep at the same time.”
“I’ll never get used to all of this stuff.” She rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
“Give it some time to sink in. Don’t think on it all too much. I’ll be here for you if it gets overwhelming.” He bent down and captured her mouth with his lips.
Her body instantly leapt from sleep mode to burning-for-Galen mode. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he rolled her under him and nestled his hips between her thighs. His hard cock pressed against her stomach, and white-hot need singed her veins.
“Sore this morning?”
“A little,” she admitted.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He frowned.